Often,
the gay community is stereotyped as a breeding ground for promiscuity. A common
misconception is that all gay men are Lotharios, willing to seize the
opportunity of coitus given any empty restroom and a packet of lube. But the
reality is the amount of promiscuity that exists in the same-sex world is no
different than our heterosexual counterparts.
However
there are few successful monogamous homosexual relationships displayed that
create a palpable balance between the stereotype of the sexually free-spirited
gay man (the freak) and the more reserved antithesis (the faithful). This isn’t
to say that a “freak” can’t be faithful, but within a subculture that relishes
in the glorification of youth and sexual liberty, why don’t more examples of
monogamy exist to promote a plausible alternative?
Two
summers ago I decided to do two things I had never done. Not only was I going
to attend the New York City Pride March in Greenwich Village, but I was going
to throw caution to the wind by doing it alone. While walking down Fifth Avenue
amidst the throngs of cheek-seeking butt-paddlers and shirtless peacocks, I
sought relief from the humidity of a summer day by ducking into the nearest
bank lobby. Once inside the air-conditioned nirvana, I peered out onto the
street to enjoy the view as the festivities continued. My gaze was interrupted
when a man on the other side of the bank greeted me and held my interest for
the next 15minutes. I’ll call him Eric.
Eric
was black, handsome, in his mid-thirties, worked in D.C. and was in town for
the weekend. After formalities had been exchanged, we began to delve deeper and
entertained the topic of dating. Eric explained that he was taking a serious
approach to dating in D.C. After weeding through handfuls of men that he sensed
were not quite long-term material, he settled on steadily dating a few
who possessed the potential he desired, but lacked the experience he felt
necessary to maintain a successful relationship. He thought he could teach them
if they were willing to learn. I expressed to him that, at that point, I was
more prone to dating than “hooking-up” because I had my fair share of NSA
one-nighters during college. This was an idea that seemed foreign to Eric. I
thought I was sewing my wild oats so I could be knowledgeable about what
I wanted in the future; Eric thought I was inexperienced. He thought that
I shouldn’t date, unless my dating was solely foreplay leading up to “having
fun” and moving on.
As
the conversation continued, I entertained his logic while masking my confusion.
I didn’t understand why this older gentleman– who should’ve been lending words
of wisdom and guidance to the new generation of black gay men– felt that
my choice to indulge in relationships instead of careless liaisons was a waste
of my youth. . Maybe he was right. Maybe I was putting way too much thought
into not having frivolous encounters.. After all, he was older and probably
knew better … right?
Soon
the thought-provoking dialogue came to an end and Eric punctuated his
previously expressed beliefs by asking if I wanted to get away from the crowds
and hang out at his friend’s place.. Aware of the implications, I declined. I
remained in the bank lobby and processed the information Eric had left with me.
While standing there, differences between gay and straight lifestyles became
more obvious and these differences shed light on why successful monogamous
black gay relationships seem so rare.
Within
the straight lifestyle, while many young men and women do have periods of wild
promiscuity, the upper-hand of dating is given to them. Straight men and women
are given the chance to openly experiment and experience relationships. In some
cases, this behavior is even encouraged by their older peers. Perhaps the
reason that many gay men, including Eric, have a hard time finding a relationship
and making it work is because loving another man and understanding what that
means is something many of us are just learning in our adulthood.
For
some of us who weren’t as open with our sexuality in our teens, those feelings
of infatuation and adoration that we had for the same sex were pacified
with throes of passion behind closed doors. In the bigger picture, there is no
doubt that we all want to love and know that we are loved by someone. Clearly,
it isn’t that promiscuity is a more desirable option for all of us. Yet, for
some of us, promiscuity is all we have come to know.
Very well put!
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